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Post by Agron on Jul 3, 2017 23:00:17 GMT
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
"You cooked me dinner?" Things had been going fantastically with Cetan. Better than Agron could have imagined. They had been on a few dates but tonight, he wanted to do something extra special. He had invited Cetan over to his home, where he had cooked a romantic, intimate dinner. Lasagna, with a salad and wine set on the dining table. He found himself wanting to spoil Cetan, take care of him, just … be with him. So when he heard the knock at the door he smiled and went to open it.
"Hey," he greeted, stepping aside to let Cetan in and closed the door behind him. "Glad you could make it." When Cetan took notice of the dinner set up, Agron’s smile remained in place, his hand reaching for Cetan’s and casually holding it. "Surprised I can cook?" Agron asked teasingly, though he hadn’t exactly advertised that fact to Cetan before. "I hope you’re hungry," he added, still holding his hand and leading him toward the table.
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Post by Cétan on Jul 4, 2017 7:17:29 GMT
Walking the path to Agron's front door was like running an emotional gauntlet. Cétan chewed nervously on his bottom lip and checked that his hair was neatly pulled back and in place more than a dozen times before he finally knocked on the door. Butterflies, ants, scorpions, snakes, mule deer, it felt like all of them were traipsing through his stomach and it was getting harder to ignore the small part of him that really just wanted to turn tail and run. His insecurities haunted him. What could Agron possibly see in him that made him keep coming back for more? It was like a dream and he was just waiting for someone to wake him up and drop him back into reality. And suddenly the door opened. Cétan's jaw nearly dropped when Agron greeted him. Like a prince from a storybook, he looked so good in a button down shirt and slacks, a few days stubble lining his chin, and that toothy smile that was irresistible. Cétan was sure there was even a halo framing his perfect head. Stepping inside he took note of the table, perfectly set, a savory aroma wafting from a home cooked meal. "You cooked me dinner?" his voice barely audible, yet Agron took his hand and answered accordingly. This really is like a dream, he thought, please don't let me wake up. Despite the beauty and perfectness of Agron's planning, Cétan's attentions drew more to the large, warm hand holding his own. Dark, hawkish eyes studied the interaction in awe. It was such a simple gesture, something most people wouldn't bat an eyelash at, but that large hand already meant the world to Cétan and as he stood there drinking in the intimacy, he threaded his fingers between Agron's, closing some of the distance between them. An honest smile parted his lips and he looked up through thick lashes. "I'm starving!" he replied.
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Gladiator | Rebel
"Fuck the gods."
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Heart belongs to Nasir
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Rebel General
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Dec 23, 2019 17:14:13 GMT
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Post by Agron on Oct 1, 2017 2:21:11 GMT
blood and battle
ARE ALL I HAVE EVER KNOWN
Cetan truly had this, purity and innocence about him that Agron wished to forever cherish. His reaction to the cooked meal so genuine. It made Agron want to spoil him. Want to give him anything and everything he possibly could. It made Agron want to make Cetan happy. For seeing him smile, seeing that he could be the one to draw these expressions and emotions from him . . . swelled Agron's heart with the utmost pride. When Cetan neared him, coming closer, Agron couldn't help but wrap his arms around the smaller framed male, a light grip so that he could easily step out of it should he desire.
Agron just couldn't stop smiling as he gazed at the beauty that was Cetan. "Good," he answered, trying not to be too distracted by just soaking in Cetan's features. "I'll try not to keep you from it for too long then," he teased. Leaning forward he placed a light kiss on Cetan's cheek before reluctantly lowering his arms, but taking Cetan's hand in his own once more and leading him to the table, pulling out a chair for him to sit on. "Wine?" He asked, unsure if Cetan enjoyed the beverage. "I can get you something else if you prefer?" Despite Agron's outward composure, inwardly, he was actually nervous . . . wanting everything to go perfectly tonight.
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